Ok so I am totally new at this whole thing and I don't own anything. I am so sorry if this is horrible because I try. I need you to help me with any suggestions. I would be so grateful. Also I would just like to thank mjgchick, SophiaBushFan (I'm a fan too), and jessd4491 for their reviews. They meant so much to me that people actually read my story. Thanks so much you guys, love, Loryn.

P.S. I will make the next chapter longer. I know these are short and I apologize.

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How horrible had that been? Lucas, her lover, well her ex-lover, bumped into her acting nonchalant and she has her emotions written all over her face. UGH! Life sucks sometimes, well most of the time when your Brooke Davis. No family, no friends, just me. So yeah, did Peyton have any right to call me a slut behind my back? Ugh, no. Yes. I am a slut. Goddamn myself for saying it, but ever since Lucas, I went back to old Brooke and I hate it, a lot.

"BROOKE! Wake up!" Peyton yelled in my ear.

"What the hell, Peyton?" I opened my eyes reluctantly.

"You're about to miss class. Just trying to help you, but wait you don't need my help do you? My mistake, just go back to sleep," Peyton walked away annoyed.

"What time is it?" I asked unsure if I should thank her or not.

"Like ten of eight," she said grabbing her purse.

"My first class is at eight!" I freaked out. "Well if you were trying to get on my good side Peyton, you would have woken me up earlier," I yelled running to my dresser.

"You know I didn't even have to wake you up in the first place Brooke," Peyton angrily remarked.

"Whatever, Peyton. Just go to class, wouldn't want you to be late now would we?" I said stripping off my clothes to get changed.

"Hey, um... do you happen to know where Rachel is?" Peyton asked suddenly.

"Um... no, she hasn't been here ever since we went out last night. And, uh, it was nice of you to wake me up," I pulled out my make-up bag moving quickly.

"Couldn't manage to say a thank you," Peyton retorted sarcastically.

"Better get to class Peyton," I said grabbing her books and heading out the door.

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I was quite surprised that I could get ready in a matter of five minutes. I mean I know I could look better, but this look suits me fine when I had about five minutes to get ready and five to get to class. I was so nervous for my first class of the year. When I walked into the building I saw Haley there wondering around aimlessly.

"Hey, looking for something or someone?" I asked suspicious.

"And how would you be able to help?" She was obviously cranky at this hour.

"Ouch, Tutorgirl. Come on, what room?" I asked putting my around her for support.

"A5," was all she said.

"How convenient I am in that same exact class," I smiled and guided her with me.

"So Tigger, how's Lucas?" Haley asked nervously.

"I don't know, you would have to ask him. Sorry Tutorgirl, but we don't talk anymore," I smiled opening the door to the class.

"Your late Ms. Davis and Ms. James-Scott or whatever you go by," Rachel smirked walking up to them.

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"She just like had a heart attack while yelling at me," Peyton laughed telling Lucas her story about Brooke this morning.

"Wow, definitely sounds like the Brooke I know and lo—," he stopped himself.

Hurting Peyton was the worst pain to him, he had to protect her. But he didn't know if that was true. Who did he feel he needed to protect more, Peyton? Or Brooke?

"Let's grab something to eat," he quickly suggested.

"I'm good thanks, but don't let me stop you. I have to go now anyway," Peyton mumbled as she walked away.

He always hurt the best girls in his life.

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"So I heard that Brad was going out with Cynthia, but she said that he was going out with Angela. Who is it? It has been bugging me all day," Rachel said as she and Brooke walked into the dorm.

"I don't know but I heard that this slut slept with this guy last night who's name was Brad," Peyton aimed towards Rachel as she walked by.

"Ignore her," Brooke said moving towards her bed. "Rachel how the hell do you already now the gossip when we are only one day into the school year?" Brooke asked confused.

"I have my ways," Rachel said looking out the window.

"And I don't want to know them," Brooke said putting a blazer on. "Are you ready for dinner yet?" Brooke asked Rachel who looked up.

"Yes, and this should be so interesting," she said smiling to herself as they walked out the door.

"Why?" Brooke asked when we reached the courtyard.

"Because of the whole love triangle between Brad, Cynthia,—," Brooke cut her off.

"And Angela, we know. But I was hoping that there would be a new love triangle going on," Brooke mentioned.

"Like whose? Your's, Peyton's, and Lucas's?" Rachel laughed as we walked into the dining hall.

I never thought I would see this, never. Ever. Ever. Never. Ever. They were kissing. It may have been an unthoughtful momentary kiss, but it was a kiss nonetheless.